The End

I have finished the icon series.  Hooray.

 Thanks to everyone who came out to the show.  And thanks to Hub-Bub and the City of Spartanburg in general for this opportunity.  I am happy these days.  It is a feeling I hardly recognize, one I was afraid I was incapable of producing. You guys rule.

If you couldn’t make it, here are some pictures of the installation:

I have always felt that a gallery was no place for icons.  They are, as I always affirm, a personal and utilitarian artform.  I set them up in a recreation of my bedroom, filled with the things that remind me of those depicted: Cliff’s CDs, my mother’s porcelain heads, the movies Elinor and I watched until we could recite them, Damien’s paper bear, Misha’s kazoo, the books Jordan and I read in different places but discussed in our own elite, happenstance book club, the Let’s Go America book with pages ripped out, pages soft from repeated road trip consultation with the 10th Street girls, the gherkin-shaped button that Robby and I got at the Pickle Festival on Orchard, the Portnoy’s pin Alice made for me, pictures, pictures, pictures, and my journal, where they all live permanently.

Close-ups on a few newbies:

St. Damien of Office Gossip, the patron saint of homosexuals and models.

St. Janet of Canvas and Oil, patron saint of artists and unmarried women

St. Stella in Robe, patron saint of immigrants, the oppressed, clairvoyants, and storytellers

And for those that don’t know, the above individuals collaborated on a little book that is available for purchase.  For $12, you can own your very own signed and editioned copy of The No-Friends Club, Part 1, with high quality reproductions of 60 small works on paper.

Above is my personal title page (we each have one), with the title of my series, “Performed to the sounds of trains,” plus a sample page from that series.  Hit me up if you’re interested in the book, arielleangel@gmail.com.  And if that weren’t enough encouragement, please note that there are pages dedicated to both R. Kelly and Bagelpussy in this series.  What’s a bagelpussy, you ask?  Well, it is so outrageous that it had to be censored by the powers that be for the show.  Wanna see it?  Buy the book, homies.